I'm stuck in that what-next knitting rut. Again. I know I have a billion projects queued, but none of them are really singing to me... Except this darn cute fox, which is scaring me a little, but I have the pattern and the needles, and, well, OK, *kind* of have the yarn...
The cream yarn is alpaca blend superwash sock, all ready for me to re-skein and dye especially to make Intrepid. I just need time to get near the dye pot!
The mixed-breed sock yarn was totally an impulse buy. Goodness but it is so so beautiful. I can't decide if it will turn itself into something fabulous, or receive a dye treatment - possibly teal natural dye?
Anyhow. Um, what *have* I been making? I did make this, in a couple of hours, for Jenna.
And I finished that silk Aviatrix for my tiny new nephew. Isn't he perfect?
Oh, and in a fit of madness, I started freeforming from some felted knitwear. I worked on it passionately for about two hours, then kinda lost the love. Give me time to think through the next steps, and I'll get back to you. It *is* going to be am-A-zing though, honest.
When I say I'm still continuing my teenage love affair with Emily Dickinson, I hope you understand. My spirit is fed by such perfect imperfect words. I keep meaning to start something else, but thinking "I'll read one more", and putting the poetry down at least ten pages later feeling full yet light. I just read "Mushroom" - the phrase "an alibi postdated" made my soul leap!